Adoration in my head,
Liquid bowing tiny threads,
The synapse's in rhythm rippling,
Seeking out and holding hands.
Creating spheres unseen but true,
Expanding outward, touching you.
Your electro-lights are anodizing,
Knowing you, and want their target.
Some leftover in your orbit,
You'll not know, you'll not absorb it.
The sparks in mesmer glittering,
Wiping regrets, dust the ground.
Gladly gravitate toward trees,
First the root tips, then the knees.
The declaration anticipating,
Fluxing on to kiss the branches.
Swaying now on other tips,
Our feelings, like paint sighing drips.
Now the leaves are wildly blowing,
Using cloud-font, write the sky.
Up there my "Adore You" sent,
Some rains on us, cloud-words spent.
But some are rising silently,
Dissolving in equalibrium.
They disipate and touch the 'brane,
With all to win, and all to gain.
Our eyes in unison are melting,
Reflecting love, my adoration.

For my husband.